by Sabine~
Them.
She hated them. She had once thought when she was young that they would die out.
They never did. Matters had to be taken into her own hands.
Despite her young age of four, she was intelligent. One could call her a demon.
But most did not know her thoughts. She acted so regular and normal all the time. It was only at night was she herself.
She never slept. It was not her way.
Instead she would creep out of her room, when the night was young and everyone slept and she would watch them. The three who stole all the attention.
They slept in the same room. She would listen to their breathing, watch them. Try and find a weakness.
They weren't going to die.
She would have to take matters into her own hands.
The eldest would be first. She never really liked him. His death was to be slow.
She grinded glass into his water, which he drank each morning. It sat on his bedside table.
Nothing happened for a long time. But she waited, knowing.
He died after a week. And there was much mourning. the doctors knew how he had died, but they did not know who had killed him.
No one suspected her.
She played along conveniently.
" Where is he?"
" He's gone to Heaven sweetie."
And she would refrain herself from saying " Really? I was sure he went to rot in hell."
Next was the youngest of the three. She needed a new sneakier way to kill him as he was paranoid and wouldn’t drink water anymore. He poured all his own drinks and watched them all like a hawk.
No, she would have to find another way.
She decided to kill him while he slept.
He conveniently slept on his back.
She carefully wrapped Avery's skipping rope around his neck, very loosely, so not to wake him.
She them took both ends of the rope, sat behind his head pulled with all her might, and tied the skipping rope ends to the bed posts. She sat on his stomach and watched with innocence as he stared at her with his alarmed hazel eyes. She watched him choke several times and he said her name harshly but in a raspy way.
He swung a had at her, grabbing at her neck. She jumped away, and glared at him with her big blue eyes.
" Burn in hell, you shit." She snapped. She grabbed the skipping rope and pulled it tighter until his neck gave a satisfying snap and his body went limp.
She petted his cold cheek before untying the rope from around his limp neck and throwing it back into Avery's toy chest, her work with him done.
The last brother had not even awoken during the whole time that it happened.
She was thankful for this, for it would be harder to rid herself of him if he knew.
The same procedure followed. There was a funeral.
She asked where he had gone and they said Heaven, with his brother.
She doubted it.
Detectives were called in to find the murderer or some clues. Nothing was found. Although they found the very skipping rope, they did not know and tossed it aside as it had no finger prints that were suspicious. How could you suspect a four-year-old?
The last one was left. He had been the middle one of the three. She had left him until last because he had been the most popular.
She wanted to kill him a special way.
She would kill him with his fame.
She found magazines in her sisters room. Some had pictures of him. She tore them out and stored them under her bed.
She waited a month until everyone thought they were quite safe. She had enough posters of his face. His fame. She just needed the right time.
And it came.
The family had to go out. Mom and dad anyways. He was taking care of them. The other kids went to sleep. So did he.
It was time.
She brought the posters and spread them in a circle around his bed where he slept. Each of his grinning face. She found the propane. Poured it carefully over the ring. Then made a trail of it to the bed and onto the blanket.
He awoke just as she finished.
" Huh? What are you doing?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.
" Nothing." she replied. He groaned and turned to go back to sleep. "Only ending your stupid fucked up full of fame life."
His eyes flew open and he looked at the four year old. She was only a four year old, he said to himself.
She smiled.
" Do you like your pictures? You fame?"
He jumped when he saw the posters in a ring around him, doused in propane.
" ..you're only four! Wha the.."
" You're right. I am only four." She smirked. " That's why no one suspected it."
" Suspected what?" His voice was shaking.
" Suspected that i killed your bros."
" You what!?"
" You heard me," She sighed. " Such a sad way to die, isn't it? Killed by your own fame."
" What the hell! You little bitch! You should have never been born!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face.
She glared at him.
" That’s where you are wrong. You and your stupid brothers should have never been born! You stole it all from me! I would have been loved and had all the attention, but you and your fag band took that away. So, I'm taking it back." She laughed shrilly.
Taylor cried out one more time before she lit a match and flicked it into the ring and the flames engulfed him.
Zoë smirked and walked out of the house. The fire would probably kill Avery, Jesse, and Mac, too. Oh, well. Then it would be just her.
And anyways, who would suspect her? It was the perfect crime.
She was only four.